Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.79 · 466 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
With to much blood, and to little brain, these two may run mad, but if with to much brain and to little blood they do i'll be a curer of madmen, her's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax, and the goodly transformation of Iupiter there, his be the Bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuck-olds, a thrifty shooing-horn in a chain at his bare leg, to what form but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice faced with wit, turn him to: to an Ass, were nothing he is both Ass and Ox to an Ox were nothing, her's both Ox and Ass, to be a day, a Moil, a Cat, a Fichooke, a Toad, a lizard, an Owl, a Puttock, or a Herring without a row. I would not care, but to be Menelaus I would conspire against destiny, ask me what I would be, if I were not Thersites, for I care not to be the Louse of a Lazar, so I were not Menelaus— heyday spirits and fires. We go wrong we go wrong. No, yonder 'tis there where we see the lights. I trouble you. No not a whit: Here comes himself to guide you. Welcome brave Hector, welcome Princes all. So now fair Prince of Troy, I bid God night, Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks and good night to the Greekes general. Good night my Lord. Good night sweet Lord Menelaus. Sweet draft, sweet quoth a, sweet sink, sweet sure. Good night and welcome both to those that go or tarry. Good night. Old Nestor tarries, and you to Diomed. Keep Hector company an hour or two. I cannot Lord, I have important business, The tide whereof is now, good night great Hector. Give me your hand. Follow his torch, he goes to Calcas tent, i'll keep you company. Sweet sir you honour me? And so good night. Come, come, enter my tent. That same Diomede a false hearted rogue, a most unjust knave, I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses, he will spend his mouth and promise like brabbler the hound, but when he performs, Astronomers foretell it, is prodigious, there will come some change, the sun borrows of the Moon when Diomedes keeps his word, I will rather leave to see Hector than not to dog him, they say he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calcas tent, I'll after— nothing but lechery cherry all incontinent varlets. What are you up here ho ?? speak? Who calls? Chalcas I think where's your daughter? She comes to you. Stand, where the torch may not discover us.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2317–2346 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 50 in this edition
Length
466 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
With to much bloud, and to little braine, these two may run mad, but if with to much braine and to little bloud they do ile be a curer of mad-men, her's Agamemnon, an honest fellow inough, and one that loues quailes, but hee has not so much braine as eare-wax, and the goodly transformation of Inpiter there, his be the Bull, the primitiue starue, and oblique memorial of cuck-olds, a thrifty shooing-horue in a chaine at his bare legge, to what forme but that hee is, should wit larded with malice, and malice faced with witte, turne him to: to an Asse, were nothing hee is both Asse and Oxe to an Oxe were nothing, her's both Oxe and Asse, to be a day, a Moyle, a Cat, a Fichooke, a Tode, a Lezard, an Oule, a Puttock, or a Herring without a rowe. I would not care, but to bee Menelaus I would conspire against desteny, aske me what I would be, if I were not Thersites, for I care not to be the Louse of a Lazar, so I were not Menelaus—hey-day sprites and fires. We go wrong we goe wrong. No, yonder tis there where we see the lights. I trouble you. No not a whit: Here comes himselfe to guide you. Welcome braue Hector, welcome Princes all. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid God night, Aiax commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks and good night to the Greekes generall. Good night my Lord. Good night sweet Lord Menelaus. Sweet draught, sweet quoth a, sweet sinke, sweet sure. Good night and welcome both to those that go or tarry. Good night. Old Nector tarries, and you to Diomed. Keepe Hector company an houre or two. I cannot Lord, I haue important businesse, The tide whereof is now, good night great Hector. Giue me your hand. Follow his torch, he goes to Calcas tent, ile keepe you company. Sweet sir you honor me? And so good night. Come, come, enter my tent. That same Diomed a false hearted roague, a most vniust knaue, I will no more trust him when hee leeres, then I will a serpat when hee hisses, hee will spend his mouth and promise like brabler the , but when he performes, Astronomers forett it, is , there will come some change, the Some borrowe of the Moone when Diomed keepes his word, I will rather leaue to see Hector then not to dog him, they say hee keepes a Troyan drab, and vses the trayto Calcas tent, Ile after—nothing but let chery all incontinent varlots. What are you vp here speake? Who calls? , Chalcs I thinke wher's your daughter? She comes to you. Stand, where the torch may not disceuer vs.